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I hope you meant it to be dropped here 🥺

So, about jealous Y/n: I had been thinking about this after seeing the episode where Beth (that runner-woman?) appears. I thought about the scene, with "y/n" either getting to know he was handed a paper with a number

Or maybe Aaron and "y/n" had been running together and Beth approaches without any care and reader just is like: 🤨 watching the interaction, lol

knowing you

🤭 cw; JEALOUS fem bau!reader, teasing banter (hehe r and aaron are sooo in love), suggestion/sex allusions (i'm blushing), based off of aaron and beth's first interaction in 7x10 wc; 1.3k

"Okay, okay." You panted, coming to a stop. You directed your voice forward, loud enough for Aaron to hear you, a few feet ahead. You resumed walking, slowly, hands on your hips. "Let's take a breather, yeah?"

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked as he met you halfway, a teasing smirk growing on his face. "Can't keep up?"

"I can keep up jus' fine." You insisted, still catching your breath. The afternoon breeze blew into your face, cooling the sheer layer of sweat that had collected. "Just... not for a prolonged amount of time. There's a," Another staggered breath, "difference."

"Is there?" He asked humorously. His chest rose up and down, regulating his own breathing as well. "I can easily go another mile or two.

"Fantastic. I'm so happy for you." You quipped sarcastically, causing him to laugh and a smile of your own pulling at your lips. "And that's why you're the one participating in the triathlon. Not me."

"You know..." He began proposing in a light tone of voice, eyebrows raised wittingly. "There's still time for you to sign up."

"You know, you're funny." You bantered back, a pained expression pulling onto your face at the mere thought. You shook your head, "I think my time is better spent cheering you on from the sidelines, along with the others. And then reviving you afterwards."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, a fondness in his eyes. All banter aside, he switched tactics, softening to a sweet sincereness. "I appreciate you accompanying me. Seriously. You know you don't have to run with me, although you do inspire me to persistent. Gotta impress you, keep you interested."

"Please, as if there's anything you could do to cause me to become uninterested." You poked a finger at his chest. "And if running means I get to spend an extra hour with you, I'll gladly accept. Besides, there's something in it for me too. Makes it all worth it."

"And what's that?"

You looked around, spotting a park vendor supplying drinks, playfully brushing his question aside. "Want a water?"

The warm glint in his eyes lingered, admirably amused. One that read: you were the most difficult person he'd ever met, but he wouldn't have it any other way. "Sure, sweetheart."

"I'll grab it," you began walking, "You stay here. Catch your breath."

Aaron grabbed your hand the moment you had stepped a foot away, smoothly drawing you back with just an equally suave grin. Once in reach, he placed his lips onto yours, interrupting your growing smile.

Your nose scrunched when the two of you parted, "You're all sweaty."

"That's never been a problem before." His smirk returned, the wet cowlicks draped over his forehead bringing a multitude of images to come to mind.

This is why you ran with him. You'd never deprive yourself the hot visual, one you'd never get tired of. The overexertion, the sweat, the defined athletic wear clinging onto his body, the heavy breathing too.

You playfully rolled your eyes, granting him another kiss before you trailed off. You steadied your breathing again, in attempt to slow your heart rate a second time.

Retrieving the waters couldn't have taken you more than five minutes: waiting in a small line, supplying cash, issuing a thank you. But when you turned back towards Aaron, your feet already moving to their own accord, you stopped short - suddenly. As he wasn't alone.

He was talking to some woman - brunette, in workout clothes of her own. Her backside was facing you, so you couldn't see any specific features; to determine who she was, a familiar face or not.

You tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation of jealousy filling your body, drawing the conclusion that she wasn't an old friend rather quickly. It started from the bottom of your stomach, crawling up your spine, spreading widely to your limbs.

Could it be harmless? Sure, that's what you were telling yourself, until the woman in question handed him a small piece of paper. She began to retreat - finally - causing a breath of relief to escape you, until Aaron calls after her.

When she turns, you're able to see her face. She’s cute, all smiles and outwardly confident. She responds to whatever he said, follows it with a laugh, before continuing her jog.

You bit your lip, returning to Aaron with a bit more urgency, your ponytail gliding swiftly between your shoulder blades.

"Here," You handed Aaron his water, your gaze moving past him and continuing to watch her leave. As if she can feel your stare, she looks back. Your eyes may have been playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn she gave you a cunning smirk.

Your jaw clenched, nothing but that red-hot jealousy overtaking you. It blocks out all of your surroundings - Aaron's going on about something, but you don't hear him. He's muted, fuzzy, far away. You don't realize he's talking to you until he says your name, with a tad more volume.

You startle, blinking, "Sorry, what?"

"I said, do you want to go again? Or we can take a slow, evenly-paced walk back." His lips turned upwards humorously, taking a drink. "More your speed."

He's attempting to resume the ongoing, fun banter to draw your focus elsewhere, knowing you.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, nobody." He shrugged, securing the cap. "She just, er, handed me this." He explained carefully, holding up a small piece of paper.

He did it quickly; again, making it as nonchalant as possible. But even at the heightened speed you're able to see her number scrawled across the surface.

You immediately impede forward-

"Sweetheart," Just as he expected - he grabs your arm, holding you back from any impending confrontation you were set on.

"She gave you her number?" You looked at him, perplexed. The audacity. "Did you see the way she looked at me? She probably saw us kiss and yet-"

"I know, I know." He comforted, his voice a deep contrast compared to yours, hardening the more you spoke. He can practically feel you vibrating in fury. "Hey, it's okay. I'm discarding it, of course." He crumbled it in his fist, "Have zero need for it."

"But that doesn't excuse what she just did." You try to look past him again, but he uses his body to shield your view. "And I don't like it. Not at all."

"You're right, it doesn't, but it's okay." Aaron presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering his next sentence into your skin. "I'm yours. Nothing changes that."

"Damn right you are," you huffed, crossing your arms. Despite the distance (she's almost long gone by now), you're at the ready to grab Aaron, to kiss him fiercely if she ever so lightly takes a peek back.

"Forget about it, and I don't mean that in a dismissive way. Look at me when I say this," He tossed the paper in the nearby trash, grabbing ahold of your shoulders instead. "I'm uninterested. Unfazed. Utterly in love with you and greatly anticipating showing you how much once we're in the privacy of home. Preferably in the shower, and then again in bed afterwards."

He manages to pry a smile out of you, a blush forming at your cheeks, although it doesn't dissolve your pout just yet. "But..."

"But what?" He asked gently as he releases his hold, swiping his thumb across your cheek soothingly.

"What if she can run faster than me." You mumbled pitifully. You said so half jokingly, half seriously.

Aaron laughed warmly, spanning an arm over your shoulders and pulling you directly to his chest. "I highly doubt that."

"You promise?"

"With every ounce of me."

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thebunnednun · 1 month

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You're my Coffee [Chapter 2]

Shouta Aizawa x Pro hero/Teacher! Reader

After a distressing call from a Japanese hospital, you learn your friend Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) has briefly awoken from her coma and is desperately screaming for you.

She makes a final request: take care of her students if she doesn't survive.

So you pack your bags and move to Japan, only to find the students at U.A. High School traumatized by the Hero War. Aizawa is struggling to help them, and Nezu is overwhelmed trying to find therapists while managing international scrutiny over the students' involvement in the war. Aizawa panics when Nezu informs him of your arrival, as your hero profile is so blank he can't find decent information about you, despite your international headlines.

Your start is rocky, worsened by your initial deception of pretending to be his new student. The students are unsure what to make of you, but they’re drawn to their new pretty art teacher and soon so is their handsome grump of a teacher.

With the media down his neck, Nezu offers you a deal: Get the kids to seek therapy, you to graduate with your psychology doctorate. Aizawa’s catch: If you fail or harm them, you walk away from being a therapist and hero altogether.

All while facing your own trauma, and the affections of those strange cats...

Chapter summary: Your big brain ass pretends to be a student in order to see what you'd gotten yourself into. Rumi and Tashiro try to help as best they can, but Aizawa always did have watchful eyes.

Song: Good day's by Sza

------------------------Chapter 2: First days------------------------------

"Come on, Sunshine! You're gonna be late!" A voice echoed through the bustling morning streets.

"I'm coming!" you shouted back, weaving through the throng of people and struggling to tug your blazer into place as you dashed through the crowd. The tie around your neck was being a bag of bitches as it refused to cooperate, slipping out of your grasp every time you tried to tighten it. Just as frustration began to bubble, larger hands encased yours, guiding them with practiced ease.

You looked up to see Taishiro, sticking his tongue out at you. You did the same back to him, and both of you giggled.

The morning streets of Japan buzzed with life as the city awoke to another day. The sky above was a soft blue, tinged with the pinks and oranges of dawn, while the hum of conversation, the chatter of street vendors, and the occasional honk of a car horn filled the air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling street food wafted through the narrow streets, mingling with the crisp scent of morning dew.

"Come on, you two!" another voice called out, her tone impatient yet playful.

"Okay, MOM!" you replied, jogging up to her. Rumi was wearing a baseball cap pulled low and stylish workout clothes that hid her true identity. Despite the camouflage, there was no mistaking the determined glint in her eye.

Taishiro walked on your other side, dressed in his usual casual attire, which somehow managed to make him blend in and stand out all at once. He was munching on a breakfast burrito, the sight of which made your stomach grumble in envy. But you learned a long time ago that breakfast and bullet trains do NOT mix well with you.

Even now, with the weight of recent events hanging over all of you, his cheerful demeanor was as resilient as ever. His pockets were filled with candy, and he offered a helping hand to anyone who crossed his path, his signature sweet smile never far from his lips.

Rumi flexed her arms, still testing out her new prosthetics, looked focused yet determined. It was taking a while to find a doctor or healer that could help her regrow her limbs. There was no guarantee it would ever work, but that didn’t dampen her spirit. Taishiro, on the other hand, had to eat for ten people now just to put on weight and keep his fluffy appearance.

"This is our stop!" Rumi announced, her voice cutting through the morning air as she bounded through the block, reaching the school gates with her usual exuberance. The sunlight glinted off her prosthetics, casting small, reflective beams onto the pavement.

"Did you remember to bring your bookbag?" she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously as she turned to you.

"Yes, Mom – ouch !" you yelped, rubbing the spot where she flicked you with a smirk. Rumi’s grin widened, clearly pleased with herself. You took your bag off your shoulder with a, “What’s good cottontail!” She pretended to be scared before putting her fists up and squatting.

Before things could escalate, Taishiro stepped between the two of you, his broad frame creating a buffer. "Enough you two, let's not create a scene like in the train station," he said, his tone gentle but firm, a reminder of his steady presence.

You couldn't help but snicker at the mention. The train station incident had been chaotic but hilarious. Rumi, in her excitement, had accidentally knocked over a whole display of snacks with her butt, and Taishiro had to smooth things over with the staff while you tried to hide your laughter.

As you approached the school gates, the energy around you shifted. The air buzzed with the excitement of students returning from summer vacation. Groups of kids chatted animatedly, showing off new gadgets, comparing outfits, or simply catching up. The sight stirred a pang of nostalgia within you, a reminder of your own school days, simpler times when the biggest worry was passing a test.

And maybe a little nostalgic for an old roommate you desperately missed.

"Ready for your first day?" Taishiro asked, giving you a reassuring pat on the back that was more comforting than words could convey.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you replied, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. A mix of excitement and anxiety churned within you. Teaching at U.A. wasn’t something you had planned, but after Nemuri called you from her coma, you knew you had to answer. You promised her.

There was no turning back now.

Taishiro gave you a concerned look, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you sure you want to pretend to be a student?" He was trying to look inconspicuous but that was hard when the man was wearing a yellow hoodie and waving to some first years that recognized him.

"Yes," you said with a nod, fiddling with the buttons of your blazer as you spoke. "How else am I going to really learn about her students?" It was a risk, but one you felt was necessary to truly understand the lives of those you were here to help.

Rumi's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can't wait to whip these kids into shape." She tapped her good foot against the ground with a bit too much force, the sound echoing off the walls. It was sweet really, how she was still so full of life. Helped you relax some nights.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "I really hope those kids are still alive by the end of the day."

As the three of you sneaked into the school, you began to explore the different areas. The hallways were alive with activity, students rushing to their classes, chatting, and laughing. The hum of youthful energy filled the air, a stark contrast to the grim reality outside these walls. You felt a surge of nerves mixed with responsibility.

These kids were the future heroes of society, and you were here not just to guide them, but maybe to make their lives a little less heavy, a little less burdened by the weight of the world they were about to inherit.

Or at least try to make them feel less shitty.

"Ya know, Sunshine," Taishi started, his tone light and comforting as the three of you made your way through the bustling hallways. Students streamed past, their footsteps echoing against the tiled floors, conversations blending into a lively hum around you.

"You really should wait for the official teacher orientation before diving in headfirst."

Rumi rolled her eyes, her white ears twitching with amusement as a group of first-year students scurried by, trying not to bump into the thiccck amazon. "Yeah, let her get bored to death by half-assed intros."

You chuckled softly, the playful banter between them easing the tight knot of nerves in your stomach. The chatter of students filled the air, and lockers clanged open and shut as kids rushed to grab their things before the next bell. "I appreciate the advice, but I'm sticking with this plan."

Taishi smiled warmly, his presence as reassuring as ever amidst the organized chaos. A couple of students lit up when they saw him, and he returned the gesture with a cheerful grin before throwing them some candy. "We get it, but remember, pace yourself. We're in this for the long haul."

‘Yeah, the long haul.’

Mirko playfully nudged your shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief as a group of students peeked curiously at her from around a corner. "And don't worry, Mommy and Daddy will make sure you fit right in. Just follow our lead."

You stuck your tongue out at her, a reflexive gesture that felt almost childlike, and she responded by biting the air, her expression turning mock-threatening. Best not to tease Rumi when she’s worked up like this. Especially not when she was surrounded by excitable first-years who couldn’t stop whispering about her.

The school bells rang, sharp and clear, signaling the start of classes. Freshman students rushed to their classrooms, their laughter and chatter creating a vibrant, almost electric atmosphere in the corridors. Some stumbled as they tried to hurry, books nearly toppling from their arms, while others darted past, eager to begin their first official day.

As the hallway began to clear, Taishiro and Mirko led you through the corridors, pointing out various landmarks while dodging the last few stragglers. "Over there's the cafeteria," Taishiro pointed out with a grin, gesturing toward a large set of double doors from which delicious scents wafted out.

The faint clatter of dishes and the murmur of voices could be heard from within. "Best place to grab a bite between classes. And trust me, the food's fantastic."

Mirko chimed in, her pace quick and lively, "And if you ever need a break, Baby Bunny, there's a great spot on the rooftop for some fresh air and quiet." She shot you a knowing smile, her expression softening as she spoke. You could almost see the twinkle in her eye, imagining how she knew you’d use that spot to clear your head.

You nodded, absorbing the information while appreciating their efforts to make you feel informed and welcomed. The school’s layout was starting to become familiar, with students darting in and out of classrooms, their voices bouncing off the walls.

Some paused to glance at the three of you, whispering excitedly behind their hands. They knew who Mirko was, of course, and even Taishiro, though less flashy, drew attention with his kind demeanor.

Also the motherfucker wouldn’t stop passing out candy like he was the next Willy Wonka.

Finally, you reached the staff room, tucked away in a quieter section of the school. Taishiro pushed the door open, and you were greeted by a cozy space, a sharp contrast to the bustling hallways outside. The room was furnished with plush chairs and worn sofas, soft lighting casting a warm glow over the area.

A coffee machine with some cat stickers in the corner gurgled, filling the room with the rich scent of brewing coffee. Teachers lounged about, some engaged in quiet conversation while others busied themselves with grading papers or preparing for their next class.

Some of them looked up as you entered, offering nods and friendly smiles. The energy in the room was calm, almost serene, a brief respite from the lively chaos outside.

"Here we are," he said. "Home base for all of us when we're not in the classroom."

Inside, a few teachers looked up and offered friendly nods. You smiled back, feeling a sense of belonging slowly take root. The three of you waved a quick goodbye before backing out of the room. You grabbed Rumi’s hand and when you arched a perfect white eyebrow at you and you huffed playfully, already feeling a bit more at ease as you turned to head down the hallways.

“We better eat lunch at the same time. I am NOT going to die of boredom while the two of you get to have all the fun.” You huffed before turning to head down some hallways.

"Don't worry, Sunshine. We'll make sure to meet up," Taishiro reassured you with a warm smile that reached his eyes, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was going to be okay, even on a day as nerve-wracking as this one.

Rumi smirked, giving you a playful squeeze with her Mike Tyson ass hands. "And we'll make sure you don't get into too much trouble."

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips twitched upward despite yourself.

"Sure, sure."

As the three of you navigated through the school's labyrinth of hallways, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight around you. It was fun exploring the lockers, each decorated with stickers, keychains, and various personal touches that gave you a glimpse into the lives of the students.

The inside of a Japanese high school was both familiar and foreign, a mix of the universal and the distinctly cultural. The clean, polished floors reflected the light overhead, and the walls were lined with posters announcing upcoming events, club meetings, and motivational quotes.

"Come on, Sunshine! You're gonna be late!" Taishiro glanced at the time on his phone, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with a hint of urgency as he rushed you toward your homeroom.

Rumi's expression shifted as she realized her first class would be starting soon. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, the excitement practically radiating off her. "I can't wait to start teaching."

Your eyes cut towards Taishi with a face that screamed ‘SAVE THOSE KIDS!’ and Rumi narrowed her garnet eyes at you. Taishiro chuckled, his large hand resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure she doesn't overdo it." He kept walking before he stopped short.

The three of you made it to the second year's floor, the hallway bustled with students preparing for their next class. The energy was contagious, and you felt your own nerves mix with a growing sense of excitement. It was a different kind of thrill, one that came from the unknown, from the possibility of what this new chapter might bring.

“Wait, how are you gonna get into the homeroom again?”

"Alright, babe," Rumi whispered, leaning in close enough that her breath tickled your ear, "I'll grab the chair list from Aizawa's office. You stay here with Taishiro."

Taishi nodded, giving you a reassuring pat on the back that grounded you in the moment. "We'll make sure you fit right in. Just follow our lead." His voice was soft but firm, the steady presence you needed amidst the chaotic first-day jitters.

Rumi disappeared around the corner, moving with the agility and stealth of a seasoned pro. You waited with Taishiro, the minutes stretching out as you listened to the distant hum of the school. The sounds of lockers slamming, the soft chatter of students, and the occasional squeak of shoes against the polished floors filled the space around you. You really couldn’t help people watching.

It was just a habit you always possessed. Picking up the slightest bit of information from anyone. It often revealed more than words could. You could tell which students were freshmen, their faces filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, and which ones were seniors, dragging their feet as they counted down the days until graduation.

‘Hang in there baby!’

Students hurried past, some casting curious glances your way, others too absorbed in their own conversations to notice. The distant sound of a bell rang out, signaling the start of the day, and you took a deep breath, ready to step into whatever awaited you.

But there were others too, the ones who moved with a heaviness that made your heart clench. You could feel their emotions in the pit of your own stomach. Their eyes seemed distant, their smiles forced, if they smiled at all. Some looked down right zombied out.

It wasn’t rocket science to tell who was just hanging on, trying to survive each day. The sight made you visibly frown, the weight of their struggles pressing against your chest.

‘How were you gonna help them?’

Noticing your change in aura, Taishiro nudged your foot with his to grab your attention. "She's got this," Taishi said softly, his voice pulling you back to the present. "And once she does, you'll be on the list, no problem."

You nodded, staring at your doodled-on converse and trying to steady your nerves. Just then, a burst of energy rounded the corner in the form of Hizashi Yamada—better known as Present Mic. His bright personality was as infectious as ever, his green eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Up close, with his wild blond hair and spiky demeanor, he really did look like a green eyed cockatoo.

" Hey, hey, hey! " he called out, his voice a bit too loud for the situation. " What's going on here, Taishiro? And who’s this young one? "

Taishi winked at you before turning to Hizashi. "Just showing a new recruit around, Hizashi. You know, the usual."

Hizashi grinned, completely oblivious to the real situation. " Awesome! Hey, Aizawa's around here somewhere, isn't he? "

Taishi nodded, catching your eye. "Yeah, he is. How about you go find him, Hizashi? I’ve got a few questions for him myself."

Hizashi gave a thumbs-up. " Will do! Catch you later!" He strutted down the hallway, his presence as loud and colorful as ever, in search of Aizawa. You couldn't help but smile at the perfect distraction he provided.

As he wandered off in search of whoever was ‘Aizawa’, you smiled at the vibes he provided and in sympathy for his students for having to hear that voice first thing on Monday morning.

Moments later, Rumi reappeared, her white ears twitching with excitement and a triumphant look on her face. "Got it," she whispered, holding up the old list. "You're officially a student now."

You breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in your shoulders easing as a wave of gratitude washed over you. "Thank you, both of you. I couldn't have done this without you." You gave Mirko a quick squeeze before turning to Taishiro and offering him one as well.

Taishiro turned a slight pink before grinning widely. "Anytime, Sunshine. Now, let's get you to class."

"Yeah, before we have to write you up!" Rumi added with a smirk, her playful tone cutting through the remaining tension.

“Oh, bite me,” you teased back, rolling your eyes at her mock sternness. She sized you up and you pretended like you were going to take off your earrings and bracelets. Tashi could only pray that no one else was going to think it was weird a ‘student’ and teacher were about to box in the hallway like a bad world star video.

“What did you just say, young lady?” a stern voice suddenly interrupted, cutting through your banter like a knife.

‘Ah shit.’

You turned around, ready to tell the owner of that voice to buzz off, before you saw a tall, scary-looking figure resembling a banana. If a banana had long scraggly hair, a stubbled chin, and eyes that could kill.

" Oooo ," Rumi whispered behind you, and you had to restrain yourself from flicking her.

"Hey, Aizawa!" Taishiro stepped up from behind you, trying to shield you with his broad frame. "How's it going? I was just asking Hizashi how you've been!"

So this was the infamous Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraser Head, staring at you with those piercing eyes, arms crossed over his chest. "Toyomitsu. Usagiyama." He gave a curt nod to each of them before his gaze landed back on you.

"Who's this?"

“I’m-”

“She’s your newest student, actually!” Rumi stepped up, cool as ice, waving a student planner in front of Aizawa's face.

“Poor thing was lost in the halls before asking for our help.” She smiled at him before turning to you and smirking. “Weren’t you, dear?”

You fought back the urge to give her the nastiest glare you could muster before turning to the man before you. “Yes, that’s right,” you said, shoving your hands behind your back so only she could see your middle fingers.

“And she needed both of you to escort her?”

Somebody rolled a natural 20 on skepticism this morning.

Taishi chuckled, trying to cover for you. “I just happened to run into Usagi-san before getting here and thought it would be nice to see how the kids are doing before we started our classes.”

Okay, not a complete lie, but you could tell this guy was smelling bull.

“If she was a student here before, then she wouldn’t need help to find her classroom.”

“Oh, she just transferred!” Rumi cut in again, trying to take the heat off you. “Originally from out of the country.” It wasn’t odd for U.A. to receive international students. But they typically got paired up with a class officer that could speak their language and were shown around an hour before school started.

Aizawa loomed over you as those eyes bore into your figure. You adjusted the straps on your bookbag and tried to look as non-threatening as possible. Even if you did want to stomp his foot.

His gaze didn’t waver. “Out of the country, huh? You know, we have a rigorous selection process for transferring students, especially given the current situation.”

Yeah, after that Shigaraki and Ayoma incident, transfer students could thank them for the most life sucking exam of their lives. Background checks, mental tests, interviews with professionals that could read minds, so many documents. It was a miracle more of them hadn’t quit.

“Yes, I’m aware,” you replied, mustering as much calm as you could. “I went through all the necessary procedures.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Instead, he turned to Taishi and Rumi. “And you two are here to…?”

Rumi grinned, “Just giving a helping hand, Sandman. Making sure she gets settled in.” She rested her hands on your shoulders before placing her chin over your head and smiling.

Oh, she was in for it when you got home!

Aizawa sighed, clearly not convinced but willing to let it slide for now. “Fine. Just make sure she gets to her homeroom. And you,” he turned his attention back to you, “stay out of trouble.”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

As Aizawa walked away, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Rumi nudged you playfully. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“Not bad?” you whispered back incredulously. “He’s so grumpy!”

Rumi smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Grumpy or not, you survived. Plus, you got Taishi and me to keep things interesting.”

Taishiro chuckled, giving you a gentle pat on the back. “And trust me, once you get to know him, he’s not so bad.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you say so.” You shifted your purse over your shoulder and mentally ironed out having been scolded as if you were 16 again and fixing your lipgloss at your locker.

Rumi chuckled, “You’ll get used to him. Now, go to class before we run into any more trouble.” They gave you a hug before parting.

"Remember," Taishiro said softly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear, "You're one of them now. Sunshine, you're going to be just fine."

You smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, you guys. And thanks for the help."

He chuckled, giving you a thumbs-up before turning to head back outside with Mirko. You continued down the hallway, finding your assigned classroom.

"Here goes nothing," you whispered to yourself, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead at U.A.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” is what you mumbled to yourself, stepping your two feet into class 2-A.

Peaking into Class 2-A felt like stepping into a whirlwind of youthful energy and chaos. The room was a cacophony of voices, laughter, and various activities.

A poised girl with dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and a young man wearing glasses and a serious expression, was engrossed in a discussion with a purple-haired girl with earphone jacks and a girl with pink hair and horns. Next to them was a boy with wild golden hair and a dude that had tape dispensers for elbows. Their animated gestures suggested an intense conversation about something intriguing.

Nearby, two boys were huddled together over a notebook. One, with a mop of unruly green hair and a determined look, occasionally glanced up with bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with curiosity. The other, with dual-colored hair—half white, half red—and a large red scar, had a composed demeanor, his gaze serious yet thoughtful as they exchanged comments and nodded in agreement.

In a quieter corner of the room, a boy with an animal-like appearance and a calm demeanor—sat with three others. One was a tall, multi-armed boy with a mask that hid his expression, another a sturdy-built guy with a muscular frame picking at some donuts, and the last a reserved boy with violet hair and a serious countenance. They seemed content to observe the lively scene around them with mild interest, occasionally exchanging quiet remarks.

On the opposite side of the room, a boy with spiky red hair and an energetic vibe was animatedly describing something to an ash blond boy, who seemed only partially engaged in the conversation, deeply engrossed in his phone. His occasional scoff or muttered remark indicated his irritation or amusement at whatever the first one was saying.

Closer to you, two girls were deep in conversation, their expressions animated as they swapped manga and discussed plot twists. One had short brown hair and a round face, while the other was almost hunched over with a calm expression and large, frog-like eyes.

Meanwhile, a boy with shoulder length blond hair looked disheveled, slumped over his desk with his head resting on his arms, clearly trying to catch up on sleep he missed the night before.

Nearby, two figures were sharing earbuds, their heads close together as they bopped to music. One had an invisible appearance, her movements barely perceptible, while the other was a young man that looked mostly normal and had a sturdy build with a kangaroo (???) tail.

In another corner of the room, a boy with dark feathers sticking out of his face was wrestling with a shadowy figure that stubbornly remained hidden under a desk. Their struggle drew amused glances from nearby classmates.

And in the midst of it all, a small boy with a distinctive purple hairdo looked somewhat lost amidst the activity, unsure of where to direct his attention or how to engage with his classmates.

You could basically see all of the negative energy in the air. Some of them were having a pretty good morning. Others, not so much. The smell of the Adrenocorticotropic hormone and prolactin still clung to some of their faces. You knew damn well some of them hadn’t eaten or drank water yet either!

You shifted in your spot, paying with your cute acrylic nails that were totally out of the dress code. Then again, you never followed the dress code. ‘Fuck, no wonder she was scared about them.’ Nemuri was an excellent judge of character and she loved to gush about these kids over the phone whenever you asked how her teacher gig was fairing.

It made you feel sad though, seeing them so far apart from how she described them.

But then, as if on cue, the first blond kid shouted something that allowed hell to break loose. Suddenly, papers were flying through the air, one student was screaming about order, others were play-fighting, and some were just chuckling and fueling the flames.

‘Damn these kids are nutty.’ you thought, your eyes widening as you took in the chaotic scene.

"Are you just going to stand there and be tardy or are you going to get inside?"

The rough voice cut behind you, tinged with impatience and authority. Startled, you look up to find Banana man (as you mentally dubbed him) glaring down at you with an unamused face. His scraggly hair hung loosely around his stern expression, adding to his intimidatingly sleepy presence up close.

Squaring your shoulders hastily, you felt a flush of annoyance under his piercing gaze. "Uh, yeah. I'm coming in," you stammered, hastily maneuvering past him into the classroom.

The other students, caught in various activities, briefly glanced up at your entrance — some curious, others indifferent — before returning to their tasks.

You settled into an empty seat, the classroom buzzing with the energy of students lost in their own worlds. Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out.

"Alright, everyone! Take your seats!" The tall, bespectacled boy at the front of the room, who seemed to take his role very seriously, was directing the chaos into order. The students complied, and as they did, he glanced over at you with a furrowed brow. "You must be lost. This isn't your classroom," he said, a mixture of concern and confusion in his tone.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out, the boy's voice grew even more insistent. "There are no other classes scheduled to be in this room at this time. You must have made a mistake. Please allow me to direct you to your proper classroom."

You tried to smile politely, "Actually, I—"

But he cut you off again, his voice rising. "I insist, it is important to maintain order and ensure that all students are where they need to be!"

"Hey, Iida, maybe let her speak?" A boy with red hair and sharp teeth suggested, grinning in amusement.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Iida, right? I understand your concern, but I—"

"No, no, I must insist!" He was practically vibrating with the need to maintain order. "It is my duty as class representative to ensure—"

"Would you just listen for a second!" you finally snapped, your patience exhausted. The room fell silent, all eyes on the two of you. "I am where I need to be."

Iida blinked, clearly taken aback. "But... how?"

A girl with short, spiky pink hair giggled, "Hey, Iida, maybe you might want to check your schedule again!" She snickered behind her hand with the Soy sauce haired boy.

Another student, the boy with electric golden hair, chimed in, "Yeah, Iida, chill out! Maybe she's got a reason to be here."

Before the situation could escalate further, Aizawa's authoritative voice cut through the tension. "Actually, we do have a new student," he said, his tone indicating he had more pressing matters to attend to. "And I don't care to give introductions because we have more important things to do."

Murmurs rippled through the class as Aizawa continued, "Starting today, Mirko and Fat Gum will be your new P.E. teachers." The students' reactions ranged from excitement to curiosity.

The pink girl raised her hand and, without waiting for permission, blurted out, "Have you heard anything about Midnight?"

You tightened your grip on your bag, feeling a pang of sadness and worry at the mention of your friend. You tried to place the pinkette, but her features were unfamiliar to you.

Aizawa's face hardened slightly. "I haven't received any word about her condition as of late," he replied, his voice carrying a note of frustration.

The boy with electric hair leaned forward, "What about the sub who's supposed to take over her class? And the new classes? Any more information about them?"

Your interest piqued at the mention of the deal you made with Nezu, but Aizawa shut it down. "No, and we're not discussing it further. Back to business."

The class settled into a more serious tone, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being under a microscope, every student’s curious glance.

Aizawa stood at the front of the room, his usual stern expression in place. "Today, we'll be conducting mandatory state testing for your quirks," he announced. The room buzzed with a mix of groans and murmurs of curiosity. As you scanned the room, your eyes met those of a green-haired boy from yesterday. You had chosen the open desk right next to him.

'Fuck.' He was staring intently at you, and when he noticed you caught him, he quickly looked away.

Aizawa continued, "Get into your P.E. uniforms and get ready. I expect everyone to be outside in ten minutes."

You stood up, falling into line as the boy with glasses, who you now knew as Iida, began directing everyone with precision. Beside him, a diplomatic girl with a raven-haired ponytail helped manage the flow of students.

"Hey," a soft whisper caught your attention. You turned to see a slightly shorter girl with brown hair and rosy cheeks behind you. "I'm Ochako Uraraka. Are you new here?"

You nodded, offering her a small smile. "Yes, I am."

"That's so cool! What school did you transfer from?" she asked as the group shuffled down the hall towards the locker rooms.

"Oh, I'm from out of state," you whispered back, keeping up the charade. Uraraka seemed like a really sweet girl, and she began filling you in about the school and your new classmates . "You'll fit right in here, don't worry."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, what's your name?" she inquired.

You were about to respond when a voice interrupted, "Hey!" Both you and Uraraka turned to see the pink-haired girl from earlier. "Sorry about Iida earlier, he gets a little bent about the rules. I'm Mina Ashido!" She waved energetically and pulled you into the locker room.

"You can't hog the new girl, Uraraka!" Mina pouted playfully. Ochako giggled, "Alright, alright. I guess I can share." Mina's grin widened as she dragged you further into the locker room. "Come on, you'll love the girls. We're a fun bunch!"

Inside, a few girls were already changing into their P.E. uniforms. A girl with spiky pink hair, Mina, gestured towards you. "Everyone, meet our new classmate!"

A girl with dark purple hair and earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes waved, "Hi, I'm Kyoka Jiro."

"Welcome!" added the raven haired girl with a warm smile. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu."

"Hiya! I'm Toru Hagakure," chirped an invisible voice, and you noticed a pair of gloves waving at you.

The girls began peppering you with questions as you all changed. "So, what's your quirk?" Mina asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

As you stood there, contemplating how to answer Mina's question about your quirk, you felt a wave of dry throat wash over you. Running through half the morning with Rumi was not wise. The girls around you waited expectantly, their curiosity evident. But coughing uncontrollably in front of people was lame so you were gonna try to clear your throat before responding.

Seeing your hesitation, Toru spoke up, her voice gentle and understanding. "She doesn't have to tell us yet," she said, offering you a reassuring smile. "It's okay to take your time."

Ochako, noticing the gloves on Toru's hands, asked, "Hey, why are you wearing gloves?"

Toru squeaked in realization, "Oh no! I put on the wrong uniform!" She quickly pulled off the gloves, looking embarrassed.

Momo mumbled, "I understand," her expression becoming somber. The mood in the room shifted, a sense of shared experience weighing heavily on the girls.

You couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The girls exchanged glances before Momo, with a more serious tone, explained, "We helped fight in the hero war during our first year. Our hero costumes... those were what we went into battle wearing."

Your eyes widened, thinking about how impractical and dangerous it must have been for them. "Ah, I see now," you said softly, understanding the gravity of their experiences.

Mina and Ochako, determined to lift the mood, started chatting animatedly, trying to bring back the energy. Momo joined in, her smile returning.

Jiro piped up, "Wait, did you get your uniform yet?"

You were about to respond when a sudden realization hit you. "Oh shoot!"

Before you could explain, the sound of loud footsteps echoed down the hall, followed by the sharp blast of a whistle. The girls snapped to attention, and you quickly followed suit, feeling the tension in the air as you prepared for whatever was coming next.

“I swear if it’s that little creep again!”

Just as you were about to respond, the door to the locker room swung open, and in strode Rumi, her confident presence filling the space. "Sike, it's me!" she announced, her energetic voice breaking through the tension. The girls relaxed, recognizing their new P.E. teacher.

“Miriko!”

"Sorry for scaring you, ladies," Rumi said, her tone now more soothing. "I just wanted to pop in and say hello before your testing today. I'm excited to get to know all of you and train together."

She then gestured to a corner of the room where she had set up a small cabinet. "By the way, I've got some essentials here for you. Spare period products, aspirin, socks, lip balm, brushes, lotion, hair ties, band-aids, a locker for holding jewelry, and deodorant. If you need anything, feel free to take what you need."

The girls all chirped their thank-yous, visibly relieved and appreciative of Mirko's thoughtful gesture. "Kill it out there today during the testing," she encouraged, her voice filled with genuine support.

As everyone started to leave, Mirko caught your arm gently. "Hold on a second," she said with a wink. "Let's get you issued a P.E. uniform."

You followed her to the back of the office, where she rummaged through some boxes. After a moment, she pulled out a random unopened uniform. "Here you go," she said, handing it to you.

You took the uniform with a grateful smile, then leaned in and whispered, "I think the kids are traumatized."

Mirko's laughter rang out, loud and contagious. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied with a grin in case the girls could still hear. She then leaned in and quietly whispered, “I’ll try to get Taishiro to see what he can gather from the boys. Then we can talk it over during lunch.”

You slipped on your running shoes from earlier, left your gray tank top under the uniform shirt, and stashed your bag in her office under the desk. Rumi filled up the water cooler as she asked, "How was homeroom, newbie?"

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “Banana man is loca, the kids are worried about Nemuri, and while they buy I’m a new student, I think one of the guys recognized me from yesterday.”

Rumi turned around with her eyes wide, ponytail flipping behind her. "From the mall?" The two of you talked about it as you described the boy to her, and she snapped her fingers, muttering a name, "Izuku Midoriya. I've heard Endeavor and All Might talk about him before, and he's been in the media with those two friends of his a lot."

You clicked the images and headlines together before nodding, "Has to be him, no question. But why didn't he rat me out?"

Rumi leaned against the cooler, thoughtful. "Maybe he's curious, or maybe he just wants to see what you're up to. Kids like him are observant, always looking for answers."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Great, just what I needed, a mini detective in the class."

Rumi smirked, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, you'll get used to them. Now go on, show ‘em what you're made of!"

Just as you were about to respond, you heard Aizawa’s voice calling everyone to assemble. Quickly, you zipped up the uniform, feeling the adrenaline of the moment. Rumi gave you an encouraging nod as you stepped out to join the rest of the class, startled to see the girls had waited for you in the hallway.

Noticing you, Mina linked arms with you. "Let's stick together today! We can show you around and help you get used to things." 'She's just as sweet as Mimi said.'

"Thanks, I appreciate it," you said, feeling a warm sense of acceptance from your new classmates.

As you all walked out of the locker room, the girls continued to chat and ask questions, making you feel more at ease. Though you were here under unusual circumstances, their genuine friendliness made the transition feel a bit smoother.

Too bad you were about to find out that modern P.E. classes were hell. Especially with banana man.

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